According to Wikipedia: "Fake it 'til you make it" (also called "act as
if") is a common catchphrase. The purpose is to avoid getting caught in
a self-fulfilling prophecy related to one's fear of not being confident.

It's ok to employ this strategy if you're selling cars or life
insurance. You can't get away with it, though, when your lack of
knowledge can start a war, negatively affect global financial markets,
or becomes blatantly obvious to even the casual observer.

This is the current state of the Trump administration. What's disturbing
is that it appears Trump hasn't caught on that we've caught on to him.
Given his assortment of character and personality defects, it's unlikely
he ever will, or at least admit it.

Some of my conspiracy-minded friends have told me not to worry.
According to them, the Illuminati were alarmed by Trump's election, the
dystopian "Being
There" nature of his performance in office so far, and will
take him down before he can damage the Republic beyond repair. The quick
demise of National Security Advisor Michael Flynn is just the opening
move in a series of complex maneuvers that will "have Trump and his
brainless minions" out of office before the end of the year, sooner if
they do anything incredibly stupid.

This is the only time I have ever wished that a crackpot theory was
true. It's oddly comforting to imagine a collection of robed figures
seated at a boardroom table, intently watching CNN.

The screen fades to black. The figure spins in his chair to face the
others.

"I believe it is time to activate The Bigly Initiative. Are there any
objections?"

Silence.

The figure slides a panel on the table, and a metal box pops into view.
A key is inserted, turned. The lighting in the room shifts to red, and
multiple flat screen displays around the chamber flicker into life.